so many groups of friends
destroyed by breakups.

i keep thinking about the outer banks.
bonfires and beers in the sound.

how was i to know that our last visit
would be the last visit?

or the whole group of friends
hanging out in yester oaks
on the back patio.

before the divorce.

or the five of us on the side porch,
getting high in the basement,
playing around in the awesome backyard.

but, again, that was before that divorce.

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each break up makes me
want to get to know
your husband, wife,
girlfriend, boyfriend,
significant other,
a little less.

as long as i don't get attached,
then i won't have to pick sides
when it ends.